You Are My Sunshine // A Finnick Fanfic

Chaoter Fourty-Two - Not Our Peeta

Reef

   Sweat covered my body, pouring down my face as I woke up screaming, gasping for the air that had been stolen from my lungs. I clawed at the bedsheets, looking around the dark room but I found nothing. There was nothing. I was alone. But I knew I wasn't in the Capitol, right? I couldn't be, those rooms were so bright with white that it burned my eyes.

   Suddenly, two arms wrapped around my body, holding my arms to my side so that I didn't hurt myself. I screamed again, so disoriented that I didn't even know the obvious person who'd be holding me right now. Slowly though, as my mind began to calm and Finnick softly shushed me, I regained my breath and he let me go.

   "Hey, your okay, it was just a dream." Finnick assured me as I tightly held his hand. "It was just a dream."

   "This is real?" I asked him and the boy nodded even though I couldn't see him in the dark.

   "This is real." He told me, leaning over and flicking on a light to illuminate the room where me and Finnick slept.

   "What was your dream?" He asked me but I shook my head, holding my forehead with my hand.

   "Nothing." I told him but Finnick sighed, holding me close to his chest and I rested my head against his shoulder, staring at the wall.

   "Reef, it wasn't nothing..."

   "No, that's exactly what it was." I told him. "Nothing. There was no one. I was alone in the dark, screaming for you or for Kai or for anyone but there was nothing." I was crying at this point which was the one thing I didn't want but I couldn't stop it.

   "Hey, your okay." Finnick assured, rubbing his hand assuringly up and down my back. "Your safe, this is real, I'm right here."

   "This is real." I told myself.

This is real

This is real

This is real

This is real

I was brought to a room with strong locks and metal doors, but walking inside made my eyes hurt. It was like walking into a room of crisp white snow, and trust me, I know what that's like. My shoes clacked against the marble floor as I walked inside, my hands now in my jumpsuit pockets.

Peeta laid on the bed, strapped down by his hands, feet, and a strap around his torso. There were some wires attached to him, I wasn't sure what they were for. He looked well fed and his pale skin had gained back some color, but his eyes. His eyes were what made me want to cry.
He looked so broken and scared and mad, all those emotions and they weren't even his own.

I felt this rush of anger run through my body just looking at the conditions he was being put in. They weren't treating him much different from how the Capitol treated us. Sure, he wasn't being beaten and sure he was being fed, but this room brought me back to those days in that white cell we had been trapped in for weeks.

   Plutarch had asked me personally if I would want to go see Peeta, to talk to him and try to help him return to his normal self. Of course I said yes, why wouldn't I? Plutarch said that out of everyone down in 13, I would be one of the only people who would be able to break through. I was the only one Peeta trusted which saddened me thinking about Katniss.

   Now, behind the glass of the room was Katniss, Plutarch, and Finnick. They were going to watch, see what kind of effect I would have on the boy.

   The moment Peeta knew it was me, his face lit up, a smile tugging on his lips and on my own. He tried to move but the straps worked against him so I walked to him, jumping up on the bed and sitting crisscross at his feet.